Why are you foolish? Can it be undone?

Oh, Dionyza, such a piece of slaughter

4.3.31671The sun and moon ne'er looked upon.

I think you'll turn a child again.

Were I chief lord of all this spacious world

4.3.6I'd 1674give it to undo the deed. A lady,

4.3.7Much less in blood than 1675virtue, yet a princess

4.3.8To equal any single crown o'th'earth

4.3.91676I'th'justice of compare. O villain Leonine,

4.3.10Whom thou hast 1677poisoned too!

4.3.11If thou hadst drunk to him, 't'ad been a 1678kindness

4.3.12Becoming well thy fact. What canst thou say

4.3.131679When noble Pericles shall demand his child?

That she is dead. Nurses are not the fates.

4.3.15To fo1681ster is not ever to preserve.

4.3.16She died at night. I'll say so. Who 1682can cross it?

4.3.17Unless you play the pious innocent

4.3.18And, 1683for an honest attribute, cry out

4.3.19"She died by foul 1684play."

"She died by foul play." Oh, go to! Well, well:

4.3.20Of all the faults beneath the 1686heavens, the gods

4.3.21Do like this worst.

Do like this worst. Be one of those that thinks

4.3.22The petty wrens of 1688Tharsus will fly hence

4.3.23And open this to Pericles. I do shame

4.3.241689To think of what a noble strain you are,

4.3.25And of how co1690ward a spirit.

And of how coward a spirit. To such proceeding

4.3.26Who ever but his approbation 1692added,

4.3.27Though not his prime consent, he did not flow

4.3.281693From honorable courses.

From honorable courses. Be it so then.

4.3.29Yet none does know but you 1695how she came dead;

4.3.30Nor none can know, Leonine being 1696gone.

4.3.31She did distain my child, and stood between

4.3.321697Her and her fortunes. None would look on her

4.3.33But 1698cast their gazes on Marina's face,

4.3.34Whilst ours was blur1699ted at and held a mawkin

4.3.35Not worth the time of day. 1700It pierced me through,

4.3.36And though you call my course un1701natural,

4.3.37You not your child well loving, yet I find

4.3.38It 1702greets me as an enterprise of kindness

4.3.39Performed to your 1703sole daughter.

Performed to your sole daughter. Heavens, forgive it!

And as for Pericles,

4.3.41What should he say? We wept 1706after her hearse,

4.3.42And yet we mourn. Her monument

4.3.43Is almost 1707finished, and her epitaphs

4.3.44In glittering golden characters express

4.3.451708A general praise to her, and care in us

4.3.46At whose expense 1709'tis done.

At whose expense 'tis done. Thou art like the harpy,

4.3.471711Which, to betray, dost with thine angel's face

4.3.48Seize with 1712thine eagle's talons.

Y'are like one that superstitiously

4.3.501714Do swear to the gods that winter kills 1715the flies;

4.3.51But yet I know you'll 1716do as I advise.